On my weekend. Can now officially relax.
So what am I doing? Today:
Morning pages
Blogging
Washing the Digit-hurl blanket
Going out for more kitty litter (hello, procrastination)
Paying bills
Cleaning the house
Writing
Wandering the City, looking for yarn, hopefully getting together with a friend.
I hope to get to that fun stuff at the bottom. But I have to do the others first. First three are done or in process, fourth is high on the list, and I suppose paying the bills and cleaning can go to hell if I don’t get to ‘em. Isn’t it Annie Lamott who talks about no one on their death bed wishing they had scrubbed more toilets? Something like that. (Sick secret: I love to scrub toilets. Floors, not so much.)
Today is one of my favorite days of the year. Eleven eleven. Eleven is my favorite number and I always think you can’t go wrong on a day like today, although once I broke my foot while WALKING across the Golden Gate Bridge on this day. BUT it was offset by me being on a terrific first date that led to a terrific relationship – she came to the hospital with me and held my hand and made me laugh.
Two years ago to the day, my mother and I sat in the square in Siena (there’s only really one, and it ain’t square) and drank red wine. We felt happy, lucky, and blessed. She’d had colon cancer surgery two months prior on the same day that terrorists hit the WTC, and for these reasons we weren’t sure we would honor our plane tickets. But we did, and it was the most wonderful trip I’ve ever been on. I remember sitting in that square, as we watched the locals walk past in the lowering dusk, lifting our glasses until our cheeks were pink, toasting her health and our luck and our blessedness.
Mmmm. On that wonderful memory, I wish you a very happy Eleven Eleven!
That is a lovely memory. And you are sick for liking to scrub toilets. But we love ya anyhow. :o)
What a great memory – thanks for sharing it with us : )
Wow, this is the first happy 11/11 entry i’ve seen today. everyone else is talking about dead soldiers.
Me too, me too! I love 11/11! I can’t wait for the year 2011!
Ahem.
What a wonderful thing to look back on–you capture the emotions so perfectly!
And weirdness of all weirdness? I kinda dig the toilet scrubbing too. I do a lot of it because I have a lot of lime build-up. It’s very satisfying to see the white porcelain re-emerge.
p.s. I also do a little March 4 dance, because it’s the only date that’s also a command: March fo(u)rth!
It’s Rembrance Day up here in The Great White North. Personally, I love all days that coincide with their month number. My personal favourite is June 6th, followed closely by May 5th.
Say, wanna come scrub the ol’ homestead?
Ah, il Campo, che bello. A friend just told me they’d named a new pup Bella Siena Fireworks, for a summer experience — calling her after the citta. It’s absolutely one of my faves; I so wish to be there for Palio some year. I notice 11:11 on clocks, too, and the rest of the dates since I have a dual-digit birthday myself . . . Have a great “weekend”!
well. of course.
in our family…
’tis the number ELEVEN.
The magic number.
sigh. SIENA. SUNSET.
See my comment on Em’s
blog for why you are
not SICK,
but far ahead on the
karma wheel.
Sigh, Siena, Sunset, Sister!
I like it when months and days match up, too, and I love the thing with March fo(u)rth, which I’ve never thought of before! My favourite is “one two three four time,” though — 12:34 — and it happens twice a day! I also get a kick out of looking at a (digital) clock when it happens to be 10:14, because that’s my birthday. 🙂
How does one break a foot while walking on a bridge?
Goodness, I can’t believe you could make even scrubbing toilets sound good. BTW, I sent some pictures of my tattoos. Hope they are ok.
Everytime it’s my birthday on the clock (8:20) and I notice it, I make a wish. I’m a bit odd, I know, but you love me anyway, right?
Months and days don’t please me nearly as much as my birthday on the clock.
With cleaning toilettes I’m exactly the opposite but I love scrubbing floors. So what do you say I’ll do yours and you do mine and we’ll both be happy,and tired, and weird.